So I'm a sheep.

Changing careers? Actually, it's pretty much the same as my previous job.

The killings used to take place on Azkaban, but in the future, they will be carried out on some primitive planet.

This kind of thing is not convenient to reveal in the group, so Saya chatted for a while and then went offline.

The next day, after consulting with Philip, she decisively bought a property near the city center.

Even if she has to go to the battlefield in a few months, she will come back when the war is over.

Keeping a house in Calicut and waiting for it to appreciate in value is a good investment.

“Uncle Philip, I’m considering having the surgery at Madoff Medical Center.”

"A good choice"

The mechanical priest spoke highly of the medical institution: "I was planning to recommend it to you anyway. Organ prosthetic surgery carries significant risks, and it's not something any small clinic on the street can handle."

"If we have sufficient funds in the future, and the idea of ​​100% prosthetic body remains unchanged, I suggest that the brain prosthetic surgery also be performed at Madoff."

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Following Philip's advice, I made several phone calls to Madoff Medical Center and even spent credits to have remote video communications with experts.

Two weeks later, Saya traveled to Madoff to undergo surgery to procure prosthetic organs from all her organs.

'This is truly suffering'

Watching Saya, weak and unable to move, lying on the hospital bed after the surgery, Angie couldn't help but recall the time when she had just given birth to her baby.

'Oh, this is really suffering,' she thought to herself once again.

"He's recovering well and can be discharged in half a month."

Philip pushed open the door and entered, placing a bag of fruit in the cupboard.

“Anqi and I will take turns taking care of you. Don’t worry about it. She’s just bored at home anyway.”

"I'm a professional cartoonist, working from home!"

Philip pursed his lips, but seeing Angie's fierce expression, he ultimately didn't say anything.

Saya recovered well after the surgery, and within a week, she was able to get out of bed as if nothing had happened.

"I'm so bored."

"You have to stay for another five days, the doctor said."

"what......"

"Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"Buy me a copy of the Planet Daily, to help me pass the time."

Bored, Saya picked up her phone, took a picture of the empty hospital bed next to her, and posted it in the group chat.

"Assistant, you really went to have surgery?"

"kindness"

The question and answer immediately set the chat group ablaze.

Various strange creatures surfaced one after another, and bizarre questions flooded the screen.

"Rumor, there is no excruciating pain after anesthesia."

"Fee confidential"

"Post-operative recovery takes about half a month, depending on the patient's physical condition."

While patiently answering questions from group members, she suddenly received a new notification—a friend request from the group owner.

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"Hello, thank you for your suggestion last time."

"I'm glad I could help (smiley face)"

System notification: You have been added to a new chat group by the Afro Samurai.

Looking at the new group nicknames, three-quarters of them are like that.

Looking at the group again, there were as many as 1,800 people.

Intrigued, Saya clicked in and discovered that a 'battle' was taking place in the group.

Scrolling up, I found that someone had questioned the group members who were 100% cybernetic – "Have you already achieved immortality?"

As soon as the question was raised, some people immediately rejected it.

"Even the planet beneath our feet has a lifespan, so how can humanity live forever?"

"Why not? Once the body is 100% prosthetic, if any part gets damaged or ages, just replace it with a new one, right?"

"The person upstairs who said that seems extremely ignorant. Are they even online?"

"You probably don't know that memory chips cannot be replaced once they age."

"If we consider 100% prosthetic body as a new life, then our lifespan is probably between five and six hundred years."

The Q&A went relatively smoothly up to this point, but the questioner's next words triggered a landmine.

"Why not just copy the memories onto another memory chip, and replace the memory chip in your brain before it breaks down?"

"Friend, do you know that this is illegal?"

"Pshaw, when the will to survive prevails, the law is nothing!"

"It's definitely not the real person online."

"Copy? How do I copy?"

"You think copying a document is as simple as just copying and pasting?"

The tension escalated, and as the questioner uttered profanities, the hundred or so group members immediately launched a coordinated attack.

Finally, the group admin removed that person from the group chat.

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"What are you looking at with such interest? Did I buy Planet Daily for nothing?"

As soon as Angie opened the door, she found Saya staring intently at her phone.

"I saw some popular science articles about memory replication."

"Isn't it already stipulated that any related attempt is a serious violation of the law?"

Angie asked with a completely uninterested look, "Which unscrupulous media outlet is hyping up 'immortality' again?"

"Has this topic been hotly debated before?" Saya asked curiously.

“A few years ago, a research institute was exposed for conducting related research, and then the topic of immortality became popular for a while.”

Angie shrugged: "Even if memories can be copied, personality cannot."

"After this statement set the tone, the related discussions cooled down."

I see...

"If I were to become 100% cybernetic in the future, would you think I'm a robot?"

Angie burst out laughing: "Haha, I thought you would never consider this kind of question."

"I hadn't thought about it before, but now it suddenly occurred to me."

Saya scratched her head: "Forget about it, it was a weird question."

Volume 1: Chapter 745 Illusion

After being discharged from the hospital and undergoing a month of rehabilitation exercises, the day to go to the battlefield finally arrived.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back."

After saying goodbye to Angie and Philip, Saya, as an external hire, and more than a hundred other mercenaries first underwent six months of collective training at a secret base of the Calissis military.

Afterwards, they were packed up and sent to that primitive planet to assist the army in combat.

"I am Captain Wayne, the operations commander, responsible for leading the special operations team to complete the missions assigned by our superiors."

Captain Wayne was a big guy who was over two meters tall, and with the two scars on his face, he had a tough guy vibe.

"Welcome, sir!" the trained mercenaries shouted in unison.

Captain Wayne nodded in satisfaction; this was the benefit of disrupting the formation and arranging early training.

Otherwise, facing a bunch of scattered soldiers, even a captain wouldn't be able to do much, let alone a general.

"Our army came to this barbaric planet not to plunder, nor to conquer."

"Just to wipe out all the green sardines here!"

Everyone listened intently, knowing only that their opponent was a savage and cruel beast; more specific information was kept secret until they arrived on the planet.

"About thirty-five years ago, a mining company with military ties came to this planet, Calesis."

"According to the Great Interstellar Law, if a civilization exists on this planet, humanity will cooperate with those intelligent life forms to jointly develop resources on the premise of mutual benefit."

"However, civilization and intelligent life do exist, but they have shown extraordinary hostility towards humanity."

Captain Wayne said with a grave expression, "The people on the spaceship left the planet in a sorry state, and they handed over the few 'greens' they had captured to the military."

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"After conducting genetic testing on these savage creatures, the military discovered that their genetic material was quite interesting, consisting of a plant spiral and an animal spiral."

A slight commotion arose in the group, and everyone looked on in astonishment.

Captain Wayne gave a wry smile: "That's right, these green things are both plants and animals."

"Well, just think of them as fungi that can move freely like animals and cut people at will."

"Commander"

Suddenly, someone in the group shouted, "How do those green-skinned creatures reproduce?"

You've hit the nail on the head.